What is the scariest thing that had ever happened to you?

The stalker thread got me wondering. Here's mine (no trigger). When I was 17 I was driving home from work at night, which was one town and probably ten miles from my house. I pulled out of the restaurant parking lot where I waitressed and a cop pulled behind me out of the corner gas station. No big deal. He followed me for about 4 miles, including 4-5 turns. I stopped at a stop sign where the town line was. A cop from my town was sitting in a dirt area at the stop. The original cop turned the other way and the new cop pulled out and started to follow me. I was getting nervous. This cop followed me for about three miles and too many turns to count. A few miles from my house, he turned a different way and two new cops were following me. By this point I was terrified and shaking. It was all I could do to drive all the way home, I really had wished they had pulled me over. So I pulled into my development, one cop stayed behind me and the other floored it to go through the development and come up my street from the opposite direction. I was shaking so badly that I could barely walk into my house and my mom was shocked when she saw me. The cop sat at the end of my driveway looking at my car for about ten minutes and then left. I have no idea what they were looking for, but obviously they had the wrong car. I wanted to go ask them but I was too shaken up.

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First thing that comes to mind for me, is when I was in labor with my son. I had just gotten the epidural and his heart rate dropped. I couldn't feel or move my legs and I hadn't slept for a couple of days so I was slightly hysterical when it happened and, of course, my ex was no where to be found. The RN's kept trying to reposition me and it just wasn't working to get his rate back up. I started thinking that I was going to end up having a c-section and his heart rate slowly started to climb back up. Scared me to death but thankfully, everything ended up ok.

Second thing was when I was called on my 23rd birthday to tell me that I had an appointment at the Cancer Center. No one warned me ahead of time that I would be geting a call like that. I was terrified. That started the next 5 years of treatments and being told that I would never have children. Obviously, they were wrong

When my DD choked on a piece of gummy candy. She ran up to me and grabbed my arm, with her face all red and not breathing. I dot know how, but luckily I got it dislodged from her throat. I panicked and completely forgot the heimlich (sp?) maneuver. I had somehow managed to not show her or the boy I was babysitting how scared I was. Later that night, I broke down and cried and cried. I STILL can't think about it without getting that feeling in the pit of my stomach and my heart racing.

Not as bad as some but there you have it.

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I'm just a lurked but wanted to post. *Trigger*
-Receiving the phone call that my cousin and her husband were killed in their home. The police found their 10 month old son in his crib safe.
-Being chased by 2 men in a alley.
-I was driving with my ex BF and a big van threw a brick through our back window. They started chasing us with guns. We were going so fast. My ex just kept honking the horn and flashing lights. Finally the cops started chasing the van. So they took off.
-My house being shot at. I was in the front room with my 2 daughters. I grabbed them to the floor and crawled to the back of the house.
-My ex beating me in the street while i screamed. Nobody stopped. I got 2 black eyes and bruised ribs.
-Giving birth in the hospital with no one there for support.

During my 20 week scan with DS, they found several markers for Down's. Had no idea until the u/s tech left the room and brought in a Dr. As he started explaining things and taking more pictures, I shut down. I have no idea what he was saying. They took me to another room for blood draw and I was like a zombie. Blood work came back a week later and it was good news. I ended up delivering a healthy 9#13oz boy 20 weeks later.

I was 20, had just gotten a new tiny shih tzu puppy and I took her over to show he to my sister. On the way home, I stopped at the grocery store for something. I put my puppy in my purse and went in. It was dark and late, like 11pm. Walking out of the store, there was a grungy looking guy, scruffy facial hair, long unkept hair, trashy clothes... I walked passed him and he started following me, just a few steps behind. I walked quicker, he walked quicker... I got to my truck and tossed my dog with my puppy in the seat, got in, slammed the door and locked it. He stood at my window, staring at me as I started the truck. I didn't look at him... He stood about a foot from my window and just stared at me as I backed up and drove away. I was shaking... Crying. Freaking out. I called my husband, he told me to call the police. I did and told them what happened and they said they would check it out. Ugh, it was sooo freaky!!

1) About four years ago, I woke up in the middle of the night with literally the worst headache I have ever had in my entire life. My parents rushed me to the ER. They thought I had an aneurysm. Turns out it was meningitis, which might sound a little better, but almost killed me. They couldn't find anything that would bring the swelling down and I was getting progressively worse. My mom called my regular old family doctor and he had them try something else that finally worked. I hadn't realized how bad it was until I was better and my mom told me that my attending doctor warned her that I might not survive. I was barely conscious the entire time, but that in itself was terrifying.

2) Getting a call from my mom that her dog had bit my son on his face when he was like 18 months old and to meet her at the ER. Luckily, she was overreacting and it was not bad. He had like 8 punctures, but none of them were even bad enough for stitches. He has a tiny scar now, but it is fading.

3) Driving off an exit at about 80 mph. It had rained earlier that day and I hydroplaned. I have cat like reflexes when I am driving and was able to swerve properly and stop the car before slamming into a wall. The particular freeway we were on is cursed I tell ya. There is a landmark and if everyone in the car doesn't recite a specific phrase, something bad happens. My friend's BF refused to say it and yep, this happened. Guess who always says that phrase now?

When I was 17, all of my friends and I were getting ready to leave a house party. I was waking into the back bedroom to get my coat when all of a sudden I heard what sounded like fireworks with glass shattering, and the guy two feet in front of me dropped to the floor. If I had went for my coat two seconds earlier I would have been shot in the neck.
The guy lived but was shot twice in the back.
There was a fight earlier in the night and the kids who got kicked out came back and shot through all of the windows. Scary part is I live in a very suburban area, these things can happen anywhere.

Jessaleah, that is exactly what happened when my little sis had meningitis, only she was in 1st grade. Her head hurt so bad that the sound of our furnace clicking on made her scream. That's when my parents took her to the ER. The doctors weren't sure that she'd make it either. Scary stuff!

The scariest things that have happened in my life: 1) my dd choking on her own spit up at 3 days old. If my DH hadn't been there to take over, I don't think she would be here today. He stayed calm while I panicked. He saved her life.

2) Going into anaphylactic shock while at the park with my then 8 month old DD. I had taken the diet pill Quickslim (I'm almost certain that is what it was). It says right on the box "do not take if allergic to shell fish". Well, I didn't know I had an allergy to shell fish. We were taking a walk and she was in her stroller when my tongue started to swell. My lips followed along with the rest of my face.

I got back to my car as fast as I could, got my DD into her carseat so I knew she'd be safe and called 911. The operator could barely understand a word I was saying because of how swollen my tongue was and they were trying to pinpoint exactly where I was because the park is so big. I forced myself to stay awake for the sake of my daughter but the second the ambulance found me, I passed out in the passanger seat of my car. I came to but quickly passed back out and at that point (from what the EMT told me later), I had no blood pressure.

They were obviously able to save me and you would think that being that close to death would be scary....but what scared me more than anything was that my daughter was there, helpless. I feared someone would kidnap her and I wouldn't be able to protect her. Thankfully, a city cop showed up as well and stayed with her at the park until my husband was able to get to her. Almost 3 years later and it still makes my stomach turn thinking about how bad it could have been.

Some of these, particularly the ones concerning children, made me cry.

There are 4 things that come to mind...

- When I was 16 I was in a car accident. My (at the time 14 year old) friend was driving. We hit a brick wall head on at approximately 20mph in a parking lot around 10pm. We both went unconscious and I came to first. We were both fine.

- in 2005 I was heading down a road that is notorious for accidents. I was going around 50mph (45 zone) and was cut off. I swerved into the next lane and lost control of my car. I swerved back into the right lane, then into the left where I went up on to the center divider and caught air. That's when I started rolling. I rolled 3.5 times total. When I stopped rolling I was upside down, hit a cinder block wall, and slid to a stop. All my windows had blown out so I was able to undo my seatbelt and crawl out. One of the first people to stop was a retired firefighter who had me lay down on the ground while we waited for the ambulance. Someone called my mom and then DH (bf at the time) and I was taken to a trauma center. I was released after a couple hours with only cuts and bruises. I didn't even have broken bones. To this day I can still hear the sound of the car metal crunching. :::shiver:::

- after ODS was born I was extremely out of it from all the drugs and didn't snap out of it until about 18 hours after he was born. My BFF and her DH came to visit and I'd been loving on ODS for maybe 20 minutes and let BFF hold him when the NICU doctor and 2 nurses came in. They said there were problems with his blood work and he needed to be admitted right away. BFF handed him back to me, I kissed him, and one of the NICU nurses took him and whisked him away with DH at their heels. The moment they left the room I started sobbing. BFF climbed into my hospital bed with me and just held me and cried with me. I still had my IV and catheter so I wasn't allowed to get up yet. After a couple hours DH came back and told me ODS was hooked up to all kinds of machines. When I finally got to see him, I could barely look at him. He had IVs and tubes and all these machines were everywhere. He was there 5 days and it turns out that he was fine. They feared an infection of some sort but he never actually had one. I know that we're very fortunate but I still cannot think about ODS's birth without getting upset over his NICU stay.

- the last wasn't me directly. When I was about 6.5 months pregnant with YDS I was at work one afternoon when I got a call on my cell from DH. He knew my work schedule (and knew I wouldn't answer my cell at work) so I thought it was odd. I called him back from my work phone and he answered out of breath. There was yelling and sirens in the background. He says "We were robbed. (Pant, pant, pant). And ODS and I got home (pant pant pant) while they were still there." My heart literally stopped. My first question was if they were ok. He said yes, that whoever it was had jumped out the second story window while DH and ODS were still on the first floor. DH called 911 and then me. After a break down, I rushed home. We were allowed back in after the police searched. They'd ransacked the place but because DH came home while they were in the act, they didn't actually take anything. This was 6.5 months after our first robbery. Yeah, we don't live there anymore...